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Apr 2014
We Struggle Through the Land,
Of Heart-Break and Sand,
With Red Blizzards of Blood,
And Streams Of Lost Dreams,
We Make It to the End,
And Gaze down A Cliff,
Where Our Destiny Awaits,
In The Land of the Dead.
Call Me Sara
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Call Me Sara
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